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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If
you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't
live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what
they do - someone could get hurt.
If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental,
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.
This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but
if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.
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Body Guards (MFF?, oral, anal, scifi, caution)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net
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________
SPLAT! The paintball smacked square into the center of my stand-in's
forehead, signalling yet another successful assassination.
I was losing patience and my hair. This pair, for God's sake, were
former Secret Service agents! They had been trained to protect the
biggest target in the world, but without the enormous manpower and
high-tech communication gear of the agency, they were ducks out of water!
I was beginning to think I'd never find suitable bodyguards! The
technology my company was developing was so far beyond anything the DOD,
the NSA, or any other tech firm had, that everybody in the world would
want it BAD as soon as I announced it, and since I was about to announce
a minimum bid of five hundred billion dollars, most of them would be
willing to kill for it. I NEEDED excellent protection before I could
make the announcement.
I had two things in my favor: 1. To get the plans, at least part of the
assassination team had to be close in, since that briefcase would always
be cuffed to my wrist, even in the shower! That should put them within
reach of competent bodyguards. 2. The only other copy was kept in a
maximum security vault, whose location even I didn't know. It could only
be gotten upon my death. That meant that killing me would not give
whoever did it exclusive use of the technology.
THAT little part of the plan was known to only one other person, my CTO.
He stood to gain as much by the sale as I. I couldn't imagine him having
a desire for money beyond his generous salary and stock options, much
less an extra 250 billion. More than that, though, I trusted him. God
never put a more honest, straightforward man on this earth!
Oh, there were employees building parts of the system, and others
writing code for it, but Bob and I had divided the work up so that no
one but he and I knew the whole picture. We had spent a LOT of time
picking out the pieces that nobody else could be allowed to know and he
had done those himself - hardware and software - and he had done the
final assembly and testing of the prototype. Now it was my turn.
The trick now was to find somebody who could keep me alive until the
sale, and time was running short. I needed to make the announcement by
the end of the quarter, or we would be flat broke! We couldn't reveal
what we were working on, so we couldn't get funding, and our assets were
just about dried up. The quarterly tax payments were coming due, and
our checking account had just enough to cover them and most of the
bills, then they'd be after us.
That was part of the problem. I couldn't afford to pay very much, so my
hopes of hiring reasonably competent talent were very slim and getting
slimmer.
I had one more pair to interview, and if they didn't work out, it was
Pinkerton or whoever came up with the lowest bid. DAMN! We were SO close.
My spirits weren't improved when I opened the door to call the last
scheduled pair of the day, and two identical Chinese girls, looking like
they were just out of high school, walked in wearing traditional Chinese
dresses: High collared, embroidered silk that buttoned up one side of
the front and just brushed the ground. One was a royal blue, the other
brilliant red, and each was slit from hem to waist on one side. As they
walked I caught glimpses of shapely legs. They couldn't have been more
than a couple of inches over five feet, even in heels!
"What can I do for you ladies?" I asked, wearily.
Red dress answered, in flawless American English, "We think we may be
able to help you with your problem."
I sighed, "And what problem is that?"
"You need someone to guard you." Blue dress answered, also in good
American, "We need someone to guard."
"I hate to disappoint you, ladies," I said, trying to be polite, "but
I've just spent the last three days eliminating virtually every pair of
professional bodyguards around. What makes you think you can do better?"
"We were genetically engineered to be bodyguards." Red dress responded.
Blue dress continued the pitch, "And we have been a team since birth."
In spite of myself, my interest was piqued "What do you mean,
'genetically engineered'?"
Red dress fielded the question, saying, "The People's Republic of China
has been breeding and training bodyguards for its high ranking officials
for years. With the advent of the technology for genetic engineering,
they performed an experiment in hopes of taking it to a new level."
Blue dress picked up the narrative from there, "They took fertilized
eggs from two of their best bodyguards and, through a secret process,
modified their genetic structure to optimize it for the work of the
bodyguard. Once an egg was modified, it was allowed to divide once, and
the two cells were separated."
Red dress again: "The cells continued dividing normally, and produced
identical twins with all the desirable characteristics, and none of the
traits considered undesirable in a bodyguard."
Blue dress: "Two pairs of prototypes were produced. They were made
female in appearance since most officials are male, though some male
pairs were planned. Once the twins matured enough, they trained
together. From the moment of their birth, a pair was never allowed to be
apart for more than a few minutes."
Red dress: "The bodyguards were designed and programmed to be loyal to
their designated employer above all else. It was assumed that each
official assigned bodyguards was loyal to the People's Republic, so the
bodyguards needed only be loyal to him."
"So, I'm guessing that you two are one of these engineered pairs,
right?" I asked as they wound down.
Both nodded.
"And you must have been assigned someone to guard, right?"
Another pair of nods.
"So why are you here?"
They looked at each other before Blue Dress replied, "Our employer died
of a heart attack while in this country. Unfortunately, the
circumstances of his death, had they been made public, would have
brought dishonor on him, his family, and his government, so, as our last
act of loyalty to him, we departed, after arranging the scene of his
death to tell a different story."
"Why didn't you stick around and make up some story to tell the
authorities?" I asked.
"We cannot lie to persons in authority," Said Red Dress, "except to
protect the LIFE of our employer. Even rearranging the scene was
difficult for us, but we were able to rationalize it by telling
ourselves that no authorities were present."
"I see." I didn't really, but..."So why don't you go back to China?
Sorry, dumb question! You'd have to talk to the authorities about his
death, wouldn't you!"
Their reaction to that was odd. They looked at each other, then smiled,
before turning back to me and nodding.
"Well, you came," I said, "the course is set up, that guy wearing the
goggles..." I pointed through the glass into the course, "is me.
Everyone else is either a bystander or an enemy. Let's see if you can
protect me long enough to let me get from that end of the course to this
end. Any questions?"
Again they gave each other that odd look followed by a smile.
I gave them their choice of paint guns. They hefted them, and tried them
on for balance, then declined. I offered goggles, but they declined
those, as well.
silently they entered the course and joined my double at the far end of
the course. As the trio moved forward, they looked like two tiny bimboes
trying to entertain their date. The binoculars, however, told me a
different story.
They chatted animatedly with the guy, but their eyes were never on him,
even when their faces were turned in his direction. Red dress, on the
left, seemed to be watching the right. Blue dress, on the right was
covering the left, and without speaking to each other, they took turns
looking front and rear! Talk about 360 degree coverage! In a minute I
would find out how good that coverage was.
As they entered the sniper's field of fire, Red Dress fell back as
though looking at some flowers along the path and pointed out something
in the flower bed to my double so that he bent over to look at it. This
casual exchange effectively put her between the target and the sniper.
When I swept the binoculars back to the path, Blue Dress was nowhere to
be seen! I panned toward the sniper's location just in time to see his
body come hurtling out of the tree!
By the time I got the lenses back on the target, Red dress had drifted
around in front of him, facing him, chattering flirtatiously, and doing
kind of a teasing dance. I was mystified by this until I realized that
it gave her a wide view to the target's rear and sides, while making it
difficult for any shooter ahead to get a clear shot. Blue dress fell in
beside them and Red dress drifted back to her position on the left.
When the martial arts guys attacked, I thought sure they'd be
overwhelmed, but both girls became blurs! I saw a star weapon snatched
out of the air and sent back in the direction of it's thrower, embedding
itself in a tree branch by his left ear. Neither he nor I doubted that
it would have been in his forehead if this were anything but an exercise.
These guys were all black belts, or the equivalent, in various forms of
martial arts, but the girls seemed to have superhuman speed and
strength. They were everywhere and nowhere. Sometimes the two of them
worked together on an attacker, and sometimes separately. By the time
they rejoined 'me' on the path, there was a litter of black clad men
around them.
Moving on down the winding path of the course, they fended off knife,
handgun, shotgun and every other attack the 'enemy' could throw at them
with seeming ease, so, just for the hell of it, I got on the two-way and
told the 'enemy' to send in the terrorist bomber.
The bomber opened his coat no more than five feet in front of them and
reached for the trigger. They never hesitated. Blue dress whisked the
target behind a pile of boulders (NOT the nearest, most obvious pile,
mind you!) while Red dress went after the bomber. Before he could even
think of activating the bomb, she had done something that seemed to
disable his arms. Next thing he knew, both hands were tied behind him,
around a tree trunk, while Red Dress ran a cord from the detonator to
another pile of rocks. Crouching in their shelter, she yanked the cord
and the 'bomber' thanked his lucky stars it was only a flashbang, as he
was the only one who would have been blown up.
The ladies weren't even breathing hard by the time they got back to the
interview room.
"Well, ladies," I said enthusiastically, "You certainly seem capable. As
far as I'm concerned, if you pass the background check you've got the job!"
"Not so fast!" Red dress said.
Blue dress picked it up from there, "There is a discussion we need to
have, but it must take place in a more private setting."
Was this a setup? Were they sent to get to me early? I couldn't imagine
why. My copy of the plans was in my safety deposit box. Then an idea
occurred to me. I went to the door and asked one of the policemen whom
the city had sent down to keep order outside, to please step inside. I
fed him the questions and he turned to the girls.
"Are you here to kill, or in any way harm this man?" he asked.
Both answered, "No."
"Do you intend to coerce or otherwise induce him to do anything he would
not normally do?"
They looked at each other, then Red dress answered, "We don't know what
he would normally do. We do not intend to use any form of physical
coercion, extortion, or any other illegal means to induce him to do
anything."
"What is your purpose here?"
"We seek employment with this man." they both answered.
Well, they could have been lying about their inability to lie to
authority figures, I suppose, but I decided to take a chance.
I thanked the policeman, and ushered them into the office that had been
set aside for me to use while I was renting this facility (on my
personal credit card!).
As I locked the door and turned to face the girls, I said, "You two are
amazing! I'm guessing that some of those desirable traits included
strength, stamina, speed, etcetera?"
"Yes, but there were some concessions made to the natural order of
things to achieve those results," Blue dress replied, "And that's what
we need to discuss with you."
"Our bodies produce a LOT of hormones to achieve the results you saw."
Red dress continued, "As a result, our need for sex is very great."
"But," Blue dress picked up the monologue, "if we have sex outside our
employment, it places us, and subsequently our employer at risk. We
alleviate this when necessary, by having sex with each other."
Red dress: "Perhaps you can imagine: We know each other so well, that
having sex with each other is more like masturbating than real sex. That
leaves us only one other outlet for our libidoes..."
Blue dress: "...our Employer!"
I puzzled over that for a bit, then a light came on, "The, uh,
compromising situation under which your previous employer...?"
They gave each other that look, smiled, then turned back and nodded.
Red dress: "But that is not the point of this discussion."
I shrugged, "If you're saying that you'll want to have sex with me, I
actually think it's a great idea! You're both very attractive, I'm
single, unattached, and, in this situation, would be stupid to become
attached."
Again the look and smile routine.
"There is one other detail you need to know about us," Blue dress said,
"before the three of us can make a final decision."
Red Dress: "In order to achieve some of the gains in strength and
aggressiveness we've been given, our bodies need to produce more male
hormones than women's bodies are normally capable of."
Blue Dress: "So our scientists compromised."
My eyes followed the silken slide of red and blue dresses as they fell
to the floor, revealing two tiny, perfect, female figures, with one
gigantic flaw.
Each of them sported a large, raging hard-on and a hanging set of balls!
"You're...GUYS?!" I gasped, falling back a couple of steps.
"Not really," said the one standing in the blue pool of silk,
disappointedly, "we were created as true hermaphrodites, with sex organs
for both sexes, but with balls. These, though," she indicated her
enormous boner, "are our primary obstacle to gainful employment, and the
principle reason our government dropped the program after having made
only two sets of prototypes."
"I understand your predicament," I said, "really I do, but..."
"We have a proposition." the former Red dress said, "We realize this is
an... unusual situation, and one that's difficult for you to accept."
"But won't you please try, once," the former Blue dress joined in, her
usual smooth, competent exterior cracking a bit, "and see if you like
having sex with us? No one outside this room will ever know, either way,
unless you tell them."
Former Red dress, almost pleading: "We have screened a number of
prospective employers, and you're the first that we've felt we'd be
happy working for. We both find you quite attractive."
Now, understand, I have never even entertained the idea of sex with a
guy. Just the thought of kissing someone with a beard, or worse yet,
stubble, turns my stomach! On the other hand, former girlfriends and I
have experimented with strap-ons, and while the girls didn't get much
out of it, I found it quite erotic to feel tits flattened against my
back while their owner reamed my ass.
Now, here before me, were two lovely ladies with automatic, built-in
dildoes, made of warm, velvety flesh instead of cold, hard plastic!
Before I knew it, the idea was growing on me (and in my pants), and all
I could think to say was, "Now?"
Lo and behold, even as they nodded, I felt my own magnificent member (So
I'm proud of it! It's given me and my lovers many hours of pleasure, so
what? At least I haven't named it!) rising in my trousers.
I loosened my tie, and suddenly, there were six hands undressing me.
When I realized they were better at it than I, I left it all to the
lovely ladies.
In a flash, my clothes were gone, and I felt warmth envelope my
straining cock. Without their dresses, I had no real way of telling them
apart. Well, that's not quite true. Up close I noticed that one had two
rings in her left ear and the other had two in her right. I wished I had
noticed that BEFORE they undressed! Anyway, it was Lefty who had her
mouth around my cock, while Righty licked and nipped at my nipples!
As if reading my mind, Righty looked up and said with an impish grin,
"Hi, I'm Mei!"
With a wet pop my cock slipped from Lefty's mouth and she said, "And I'm
Wei!"
"Uh, pleased to meet you," I mumbled, mind in a fog, "I'm, uh I'm..."
Damn! Why couldn't I remember my name? Oh yeah! "...Steve! Steve Hastings!"
"Hi Steve!" they said, in harmony, before returning to their tasks.
Their teamwork at sex was as seamless as at guarding bodies, and they
soon had me flying high! Lips, fingers, tongues, teeth: everything they
did seemed to magnify my arousal! I felt Wei's nose against my pubic
bone and looked down to see her gazing up at me with my cock buried deep
in her lovely throat!
Without losing contact or breaking their rhythm, they maneuvered me to
my hands and knees on the carpet, with my cock still embedded deep in
Wei's throat. I opened my eyes to find myself staring down at her
bobbing erection, pre-cum running down its sides. As if in a trance, my
mouth opened and my tongue flicked out to taste that clear fluid! The
taste was... well, bland! Not bad, not good, just... there. So,
naturally, I bent lower and took the head of her cock in my mouth.
Unlike mine, her glans was actually smaller around than her shaft.
Perfect for opening virgin orifices!
I let it slip further in, experimenting to see how far I could go.
Meanwhile, I felt Mei's hot tongue probing my anus, while her sister's
mouth did wondrous things to my engorged member.
I was just starting to get my gag reflex under control, when Mei
adroitly (Yes, 'adroitly'! I know that word sounds strange here, but
it's the best I could come up with to describe how she...) slipped her
cock into my ass, with barely a ripple of the expected pain! In my
amazement and appreciation for the differences between warm flesh and
cold plastic, I forgot all about the rod in my mouth, and the next thing
I knew, my nose was buried in Wei's scrotum! As I started to come up for
air, my nostrils were inundated with a familiar scent. With one hand, I
reached around her slender thigh, and sure enough, my middle finger sank
easily into a hot, wet, female crevice!
I slipped my finger in a little further and found Wei's G-spot. When I
caressed it with my fingertip, I got the expected lurch upward of her
hips, but something was missing! I couldn't quite put my finger on it
for a second, then it hit me! The silence was deafening!
Except for the wet, slurping noises our body parts made sliding in and
out of each other, there was no other sound! No moans, no sighs, no
whispering, even, of nasty encouragements! Mei, was pounding
passionately, urgently at my ass! Wei's movements indicated that she,
too was feeling the lust, but neither of them, unlike my previous
lovers, vocalized their arousal in any way! (I had occasion to ask them
about this later, and they assured me that by not making noise they were
better able to use their superior hearing to listen for possible
attacks. Seems they were ALWAYS on the job!)
As I was mulling over this little tidbit, Mei toppled us sideways, then
rolled to her back, pulling me with her - still impaled on her rigid cock!
Talk about new experiences! I've done this to women before many times,
but to say my 200-plus pound body wasn't accustomed to being manhandled
that way would be like saying I wasn't accustomed to flying mountains as
I watched one spread its wings and lift off! This diminutive girl with
the big dick and just flipped me as easily as turning over a playing
card! Once I got over my shock somewhat, I began to marvel anew at the
fact that, despite my body dwarfing hers, she seemed to be in absolutely
no distress.
Before I had a chance to digest THAT little fact, her sister straddled
my groin, and settled herself, with a beatific smile, all the way down
on my rampant erection, her own cock slapping my stomach wetly as she
hit bottom!
Ok, that was enough thinking for now! Wei's little pussy felt like a
fresh young teenager's as she bounced up and down, heedless of the size
of the rod impaling her! I started to moan my pleasure, and Wei
instantly leaned forward and kissed me deeply, coincidentally shutting
off my moans!
Between the two of them, Mei and Wei nearly pummeled my pelvis to
powder! Not that I had any complaints, mind you! In spite of their
silence, their tiny bodies oozed lust, and as their assault increased in
intensity, so did my arousal!
When, suddenly, I felt a burst of warmth in my guts as Mei raised all
three of us off the floor, I realized with shock another major
difference between these girls and women with dildoes: They could
ejaculate! And Mei was doing so - deep in my guts!
The idea of it, the feel of it, the tightness of Wei's demanding pussy,
the very weirdness of the situation, all came together to wrest a
tremendous blast of my own discharge straight into Wei's tight little
pussy! She felt it, looked past my head at her sister's face with that
SMILE, and blasted her own cum all over my chest, and face and a goodly
area of carpet!
Now I don't know about you, but I kind of like to relax a little after
sex and savor the waning spasms and twitches - sort of the non-smoker's
equivalent of having a cigarette. Not Mei and Wei. Three seconds after
Wei finished cumming, she was up, and I was dumped unceremoniously on
the carpet as her sister followed. By the time I made it to my feet and
started looking for my underwear, they were fully dressed, and looking
as fresh as when they came in. Mei, by the way, wore the red dress, and
Wei the blue.
As I struggled back into my pants, Wei said, "We can't pass your
background check. We are in this country illegally."
"If you submit our fingerprints, photos, or other idenfication to your
FBI," Mei continued, "They will either have no record of us, or we will
show up as having entered the country as part of a diplomatic party who
never left."
"You must have guessed, by now," Wei picked up as if they were a single
person, "that we are not given to showing a lot of emotion, so you
wouldn't be convinced, even if we attempted to tell you that the sex
with you is the best we've had in a very long time, and that we've
gotten quite attached to you."
"What we will tell you," it was Mei's turn, "is that we are intensely,
unflinchingly loyal to our employer. We cannot be anything else."
Wei: "And if you hire us, you will never have cause to regret it."
I was starting to get used to the team talking thing. Basically, one had
to listen as if to one person, sort of like a stereo where the sound
keeps switching from left to right and back.
"How much do you charge?" Here was where I expected to lose them. They
were clearly top talent and probably too expensive for my budget.
They did the look and smile routine again, then Mei answered, "We have
no need for money. You will provide us with whatever shelter, clothing,
weapons, food and incidentals we need, and we will share your bed
whenever possible. That is the compensation we demand for our services."
"That's it?" I was astounded. I guess it made sense, if you bought their
story about having been created as bodyguards, but DAMN! How lucky can
one man get!
"What about time off?" I asked.
"We will relieve each other for bathroom breaks when it seems safe to do
so," this from Wei, "Other than that we will be your constant companions
- even accompanying YOU to the bathroom!"
My mother's training started me protesting before I realized that they
were right. My most vulnerable times would be in bathrooms. So instead I
said, "No, I mean vacations, weekends off, that sort of thing!"
Mei cracked the barest of smiles and said, "We'll take those at the same
time your enemies schedule their time off."
Ok, so it was a dumb question. I was happy to discover they had at least
a trace of a sense of humor.
I knew there must have been a million other questions I should have
asked, but I had never had to hire bodyguards before, and these were the
only two who seemed capable of handling the task.
I shrugged and stuck out my hand. "I guess you're hired!"
Their faces lit up briefly as they shook my hand, then they were all
business. "Wait here with Mei while I retrieve our gear."
Wei disappeared out the door of the office and I tried to engage Mei in
small talk.
"So, how old are you two, anyway?"
She never looked at me, but answered absent-mindedly, "Twenty-three or
-four. We were never told our actual 'birth' date"
Her eyes roved every square inch of the room.
Wei returned carrying two duffle bags, each bigger than herself, without
any sign of strain.
"Let's go to your house." Wei said, "We will use this evening to set up
a suitable training room and update your security system. Your training
will begin tomorrow."
"MY training?" I asked, more than a little surprised, "What do I need
training for?"
Mei filled me in as we left by the back door, with them flanking me like
they had my double in the exercise. God those eyes were busy!
"We are an effective team," Mei said, "but we will be even more
effective if you know how to work with us to keep yourself safe. If we
can depend on you to do the right thing in any given situation, we can
give more of our attention to correcting the situation instead of
getting you out of harms way."
"We will train you in the use of weapons," Wei continued, "self defense
techniques, and evasion, either on foot or in any of a number of vehicles."
"We will also train you to get used to leaving one, but never both of us
behind when you must evade." Mei added.
"Why one?" I asked, "Why should I leave either of you behind?"
"With one left behind," Wei answered, "She can slow or prevent pursuit.
If both go with you, you're taking the problem with you as well."
"So why don't both of you stay and take care of the problem?" I asked,
really wanting to know.
"Because a really good assassin never puts all his eggs in one basket!"
Mei replied, "If you leave without at least one of us, you could be
jumping out of the frying pan into the fire. This is not television
where if you don't get killed in the first attack, you can rest and lick
your wounds before the next. That's why your evasion training will work
very hard on finding non-obvious escape routes. If they're obvious to
you, they're obvious to the enemy, and he'll set traps."
While Mei was talking, Wei had actually crawled under the limo and was
working her way from front to rear, inspecting every square inch of the
engine compartment and the underside of the car, while her sister kept
one eye on the chauffeur and the other on the surrounding area.
"Is he an employee of yours?" she asked, jerking her head in the
Chauffeur's direction.
"No," I replied, "He came with the car."
"Give him cab fare." then, turning to the uniformed chauffeur, she said,
"You can retrieve the car at the address where you picked him up."
When Wei crawled out from under the vehicle, she climbed into the
driver's seat, snatching the key from the driver's hand as she passed.
She popped the hood and trunk and inspected the interior of each
thoroughly, then went through the interior with a fine toothed comb.
When she was satisfied, Wei seated herself behind the wheel and started
the engine, nodding at her sister
"Hey!" the driver protested, "You can't take that car! I'll get in so
much trouble!"
Mei touched him, seemingly casually, but he instantly fell silent and
his mouth dropped open in apparent agony.
"Don't tell anyone!" she said, "Just take a cab and meet us. Your boss
will never know!"
Still in shock, he nodded meekly. We climbed into the back of the Limo.
As Wei accelerated smoothly out of the lot, a sudden thought struck me:
I had been in these ladies' company for a little over three hours, and
had never once heard them utter a word or sound to each other...!
I wasn't sure what I had gotten myself into, but for the first time in
weeks, I thought I might actually live through it!
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